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John White Nov 2018
Lots of people have helped me
but none have truly healed me.
I guess that's more my failing
than theirs.
They can give me
all the tools in the world,
but if I don't use them
it is my fault I fail.
He slid between the shadows,
of the walls in every room.
He hoped the sun wouldn't crawl his way,
as he cried for the moon.
He's learned to hide amongst the paint,
slipping in its depth.
Watching from the inside,
deceiving his own breath.
It was cold where he walked,
the night with wind so strong.
How could he know this smart escape,
when his heart was just so young?
Well you see, he never fit in,
this weird world of light.
So he fell away from the day,
and slipped from people's sight.
He saw into every person,
that thought they were alone.
They never knew he truly cared,
and from their heads he'd go.
Yet they felt this kinder relief,
when his shadow appeared towards theirs.
He would stand so brave and tall,
as he gave them all his air.
And one day he won't have enough,
He surely won't survive.
But he helped many others,
to make them feel alive-
This poem is about all the people that help others, but the others never realize. This poem is for all the introverts, including myself, who never really talk in public.
talkshows and the yellow press
get excited in excess
over his shenanigans
that delight his faithful fans

rumors of these *** affairs
strong words for all macho players
     in the game of social thrones
texts with threatening undertones
     for minorities and women
     treating immigrants like demons

neither fans nor his opponents 
seem to notice the components
of the white house strategy

     throw them bones
     fodder for the yellow press

and while  they fight
clandestinely out of sight
works the Trumpian policy
 
money laundering   blatant lies
scolding allies   breaking ties
adoring foes   praising those
     usurpers of democracies
     experts in atrocities
slowly yet persistently
     undermine  civility  
     with foul language 

court the aristocracies 
         of oil sheikdoms in the East
praising communist dictators
who have helped him build his towers

step by step he‘s leading US
from the groups of international powers
to an isolation desert
at the margins of the world
slogans we have rarely heard
over decades  
      now re-nourished
twittered with presidential flourish
make America small again

warning voices call in vain

no wonder the statue of liberty
is hiding her face in misery (*)
(*) This at the moment still is 'fake news' - but I would not be surprised if she did...!
Out of the blue, I replied to an Email one day sent from a lady In Texas who said she felt compelled to help me having read one of my
poems
I decided to reply and so happy I did for I've never looked back for this lady who messaged In my hour of need It then that I realised how kind this lady truly Is
for she's helped me to see there can be life after loss and
now Instead of looking  back, I'm now trying to move forward In a positive
way, thanks to my true Texas friend who Is always
there for me as I am for her, Friends Till We Go Home

Dedicated to my friend
Terry Kay
Friends Till We Go Home
Troy Jul 2018
I see this beautiful mask that you wear.
and I see your fear of letting someone in...
I see such strength in you..
The tenderness in your eyes.
The kindness in your soft kiss...
I see the deeper beauty in you ....

I see every curve on your beautiful face.
I see where your teardrops filled with love and pain fall from your cheeks ....

the Gentle curves that guide some tears to your lips...
I see where every Tear helped make you this beautiful person you are..

I see you when you smile...

I see the kindness and love behind your smile ...
I feel the kindness and love in your gentle soft touch so soft..

I see through your beautiful blue eyes
I see through the mask you use to hide behind...
And Cheryl Percey I see the woman in front of me ..

I see what others have failed to see..

My eyes are wide open and

I see clearly the beauty in front of me...
Kolour Fabriken Apr 2018
it’s hardly unmanly
how readily I'd kneel
that I would beg
please, please, please

but what I want?
need?

when you look at me
the supplication of my desire
an unneccesary question

you’re an altar
I’m commanded to drop like Islam
issue forth in tongues
mad verse, tooth and claw

i’ve dreamed you wild
are you?

i’ve dream’t your thighs boxing my ears
your ******* proffering wine
the skin of thy peach, breached
your lips i’ve kissed all summer

I’ve dreamed you a Queen
and the First Woman

and now you’ve grown thorns
you think that gives you an edge

but maybe I want you to stick to my skin
kellie scranton May 2017
Even when the ink started to run
You helped me find the meaning in the verse
Your cologne smelled like September
And I knew even if we both got lost out there
The sun would still rise and set
I took a lesson from the darkness
I never scorch my tongue on hot coffee anymore
I read the words I used to ignore
Luz Hanaii Aug 2018
There are those that when helped will be grateful and learn to do for themselves.
Yet there are others, who will take you for granted, thinking it’s your duty to bail them out.

Sometimes walking away is not being selfish nor cowardly, but having the intelligence to walk away.

Walking away can be hard, but staying to suffer is harder.

“”When I kept “turning the other cheek” things never changed, only got worst, until I finally walked away.””

Part of having wisdom is knowing when enough is enough.

Some people and things can never be explained, nor should you waste your time trying to figure them out,  just walk away.

In letting go you find yourself. True love doesn’t always mean staying, but being able to let go.

Remember:
Anybody can say, “I love you!” but few can prove it.
Learn to also love yourself.
The most painful lessons, are the ones that eventually will brings us the greatest joys.
ConnectHook Sep 2017
White folks: pack your bags and go.
Our nut-brown world is quite offended.
Make your shame-faced exit NOW,
and leave your mansions unattended.
Wait—before you pass the doors,
it's time to settle ethnic scores.

No more ragtime Minstrel show.
Our Moorish science took it down.
Black lives matter. White, less so—
now move your pale face out of town . . .
but first, shell out for racial shame
Caucasian losers of the game.

Cultural pride is ours alone:
kings and Egyptian queens we were.
The glories of our race, well-known
bedazzle in a darkened blur
(clear to Africa's descendants—
puzzling to you white dependents).

Blackness lent your world its light,
taught the Dutch to tend those flowers.
Scandinavia grew bright
under our beneficent powers.
Negroes gave your blondes their beauty;
helped those Norsemen shake their *****.

The Seven Wonders of the world:
we built them all. No vain conjecture
dims our banner, black, unfurled,
above eternal architecture.
Arts and knowledge gained from us
are what we threaten to discuss.

We invented math and science
which you robbed from Timbuktu.
Swarthy wisdom's brave defiance
caused Old Europe to renew.
All our treasure that you plundered
testifies: your days are numbered.

Classics of our Greeks you stole:
Philosophy was never yours.
Shame upon your racist soul;
for Bach and Mozart both were Moors.
Misappropriated treasures
call for ruthless hard-line measures.

Latino fate falls next—but, where ?
Jews, Turks, and Arabs: are you. . . white ?
Orientals everywhere:
choose your side and join the fight.
Blackness rising! Late the hour;
heed your call to fight the power.

Crackers need to check your race—
stop rooting for that ****** clown.
Rednecks all up in our face;
racist throwbacks got us down.
But as your statues bite the dust
your light goes dark (you know it must).

So move on out, oppressor, thief.
Long have you held our nation back.
In some white galaxy seek relief—
but here the light itself is black.
Stars are racist. So is the sun.
Now let God's great black will be done.
Truth is stranger than:
http://tinyurl.com/yc9va3pl

Candace Owens understands . . .
Heidi Shavill Feb 2013
I dedicate these words to you,
     my saving grace you've pulled me through...
          Hopefully, I finally can repay,
               all the amazing gifts that you have brought my way...
Smile for me,
     I know each one...
          Moved to tears, I am, watching you with your son,
               Gram know's what I see inside,
                    among the love you fight to hide...
I love your lips,
     my **** man...
          MacGuyver, I'm your biggest fan,
               You try to keep me at arms length...
                    I admire all your inner strength.
I've learned from you the truth of things,
     then you've helped me through the pain truth brings...
          My darkest days, you shine your light,
                    Remember when we laughed all night?
You are a funny *******,
     your my lollipop, and I'm your sucker...
          Because of you, I'm not alone,
               when I'm with you, no matter where, I'm home...
I'm grateful for the time you spend,
     with me...
          You are truly my best friend.

               Heidi Shavill
                    2009
Thank you K.D.E. you illuminate my entire life.
Ilion gray Sep 2018
I never learned to make light
Alone
and you left with the light that we created
together
even through all our darkness
I'm here
there's nothing here

Since you left

Carrying with you the fire that I helped to build

how can  a heart heal while it’s still being  killed

You weren't the only one who was alone
under all this sky

Staring at its immensity

Wondering if it's open
or empty

I'm ashamed of how selfish
humanity can be

Knowing how we theorize the death of our beloved sun
simply out of  envy of its eternal luster
knowing that we grow dark and empty and eventually die

How we leave the game early when our team is down and there’s not enough time to go back and win as if now In defeat, we would be wasting our lives to stay with them until the end

I no longer want to love you
because you left me there when the coldest winds came

You left Me there

Because even though I dried your tears

I couldn't stop the years

And I couldn't stop the rain
KUSHAL HAZRA Mar 2014
WE LISTEN TO THE SOUND THAT MAKES US JOYFUL.
DAZZLING LIGHT KEEPS OUR DAY TO REMEMBER CLOCK.
IT ALSO HELPS TO ANALYSE OUR EVERGREEN DREAMS.
SOCIETY OF HUMAN NEVER HELPED ANYONE TO UNLOCK THE DOOR.
IT HANGED THEIR FUTURE ON THE SHOULDER OF THE “STRANGER”.
ONE DAY EACH LEAF WILL BECOME DRY AND TIRED OF ******* FATE.
ONLY THE TREE OF LIFE CAN RELEASE THE RESPECT, WE RECEIVE ONLY TEXT.
Daisy Marrow Sep 2013
I never dreamed of meeting someone like you.
You found me in the cold and gave me a home,
and now I
can't imagine my life without you.
You showed me the parts of the world
that no one has ever seen.
You helped me find the light
and now I
can survive these dark days because of you.

We danced with the stars
and lived off wishbones.
Swallowing stardust
and creating galaxies with our imagination.
Your love made my head spin faster than the planets.
Sweetheart, you have done so much
and now I
feel like one of the lucky ones.

Let us go fishing for stars
Let us swim with the cosmos
Lets everything

You drew an atlas on my hand
and connected the dots to the places where we plan to meet.
I love the shape of your lips
and how I can trace them so easily with mine
and now I
can finally feel comfortable when I say I love you
and mean it because I will love you until there is no till.
Until all the stars burst apart in front of us.
Until the universe stops spinning
Until the end.
2013
Natasha Jul 2018
Little bird, we're here
I'll sing to you a tale
about me and this mighty golden called the sun

He poured endless light to my eternal darkness
and helped me grow flowers
to create this garden of love
where you would chant and fly around

Little bird, the sun hushed my bitterness
he shines through my tears
and we create a rainbow
as he said cursed is the life
but sweet it is for certain.
Robin Nov 2012
I didn't realize I loved you.
Not when you saved my life
Or when you drove me to hospital and stayed up with me all night
Or when you grabbed my hand because you saw my pain
When you knew I had troubles and helped me change

You were my family at all those soccer games
You always came and screamed my name.
I didn't realize I loved you, though you knew my whole life.
The only friend who looked at me with pride.
The only person in the world who'd seen me cry.

I didn't realize I loved you, no not at all.
Until that night, in the kitchen, alone with you last fall.
Watched you laugh at my stories, the ones you'd heard before.
Saw those eyes of yours that marveled and never seemed bored.
Heard you hum the same song you did every day and smirk when you saw me looking your way.

And when you burnt your fingers on the stove and put them to your lips to cool.
Never, have I envied anything more than those fingers, in that moment with you.
And you didn't pull away when I took them in my hands, and kissed each one.
Felt your heartbeat as I whispered in your ear, both us of coming undone.
I didn't realize I loved you but I knew it then, In that moment,
My skin on your skin, Whispers of love filling the room again and again...
Seanathon Jul 2016
You see this building? I built this building. But nobody knows that I built this building.

I can only assert that I did build this building, and refresh my own memory of building said building.

But at the end of the day, it's just an old building. And ironically enough, I've never stopped building.

There are two other people who helped build this building. Like myself they can say that they did build this building.

And even if all of our name were there on an engraving, it would never truly be anyone's personal building.

Because we built it for those so that they could start building. So they could get going and build their buildings.

Because the framework we built was a structure of learning. And we each taught ourselves through the process of learning.
It's true.... :D
ˏˋDalPalˊˎ May 2015
It wasn't my first time drinking
But it was the first time the earth moved beneath my feet
The first time my head spun like a top and the ground made it harder To keep straight
Kings cup and mike's harder lemonade helped me achieve this Unwanted goal
Along with the memory of you

My feet slamming with every step and I try to think of you
I don't know why I do this to myself
Other than wanting to feel sorry for my being on a daily basis

But for the first time when your memory hit my head
It's like my mind put up a brick wall
Not letting you climb over it
No matter how hard you tried to jump over
No matter how hard I tried to pull you up
The wall got higher
And higher
Until I couldn't see you

And that's when I fell back
Through the fluffy clouds in my head
Into the bliss of my brain
And started thinking about those chicken nuggets in the freezer
As I mix some of that mango moscato with cheap illuminium cans

The sun's lining hits the grass

I lay on the couch
Remember how I couldn't even try to remember the pain
And liking it

It makes me start to wonder
If this unwanted goal is my savior from you
Or the devil for me
I'm just letting everyone know that this was like the third time I had ever drank and I don't plan on making this a thing ever. I've seen how alcohol has affected family members and I'd rather not put myself through that.
that mango moscato was like candy though.
BL Jul 2018
Nobody helped him as he struggled
Their eyes watched as he tried to insert the card
He wore his clothes with dignity
But what they saw was someone poor and lowly

Beads of sweat started to form on his forehead
The line behind him started to grow longer than before
Judgement met his gaze
While the security officer just stood there with laze

“What’s happening” they ask indirectly
He turned around to seek for assistance
But the crowd’s eyes ignored his plea
For the man who asked for help looked *****

What has become of the society?
What happened to everyone’s compassion and sincerity?
But then again,
Who am I to ask such words about  kindness?
When I too, was guilty as charged,
For I didn’t help the man when he struggled with his card






© 2018 B.L.
All Rights Reserved.
I would love to hear your opinions about this poem.
Vicki Kralapp Aug 2013
Blown by a warm south wind, I sail off to sea,
that's the path it seems that life has had for me.
Adventure whispers in my ear and calls me out it seems,
and gathers me along with all my hopes and dreams.

I dream of all the trips I'll take when life is simpler still,
and I wait to walk on beaches until I have had my fill.
I gaze into the eyes of my true love who stands here by my side,
as I watch for the rising of the sun and of the morning tide.  

I hold on to the hand of this true miracle of men,
and I'll keep him in this heart of mine until the very end.
The man I speak of truly was a gift from up above,
and I cannot live without him or without his gift of love.

He came to me a stranger, then became a steadfast friend
and led me from my misery and helped my heart to mend.
He guided me with his hand to be the woman I am now
and helped me to the place that started with a vow.

Now as the trade winds ******* I cannot help but think,
of the beauty by my side and the love that doesn't sink.
When adventure calls to me and whispers in my ear,
I cannot help but hold your hand and pray that you'll be here.
All poems are copy written and soul property of Vicki Kralapp.
Alex McQuate May 2018
Great tragedy suffered,
Impossible circumstances conquered,
The warrior walks upon the field flanked path.

The wanderer's armor tells a tale,
Battle scarred and partially rent asunder,
A face of stoicism that hides the haggardness underneath,
Peeking out beneath the mask of a hardened soldier.

The clouds clap ahead, preceded by flashes of light brightly illuminating the world,
Accompanied shortly after by the rainfall.

A trickle becomes a downpour,
The battered individual trudging along as the road becomes a bog of mud and slop,
The message firmly planted within their mind.

Coming upon the dark outline of the castle ahead the warrior picks up pace,
Reflecting upon what would happen to those that the Warrior helped.

The pace is now fueled by a different kind of urgency.

The rain is cold upon the faces of those that it falls on,
The torn edges of metal digging in at places,
Some already wounded and tender,
As the final hilltop between them is crested.

The gates are closed,
And this loyal soldier is for the moment shut out,
A fist is raised,
The declaration of allegience given,
An angry detailing of the warriors achievements and adventures shouted,
And a challenge of one's path,
Building in anger and fury as the dam finally breaks and gushes forth,
Threatening to shatter the gate and doors to splinters and twisted metal.

A long ago promised gift to be rewarded,
For all the things endured,
Things that could be considered so cruel,
The storm picks up in force until it's akin to that of a hurricane,
As if brought forth by the warrior's grief and pain finally being released,
For the first and only time.

These things ringing out dispite the storms roaring wind,
Gathering force,
Perhaps in affirmation of the warriors words.

After a pause the gate begins to lift,
It's metal screeching,
The doors groaning as they begin to swing outward, and the embattered soldier is bathed in light,
Taking the weight from the warrior's shoulders,
As the threshold is finally crossed.
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